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a　son　with　a　broken　arm。　Jack　Torrance　in　the　passive　mode。　And　his　temper；　same

thing。　All　his　life　he　had　been　trying　unsuccessfully　to　control　it。　He　could

remember　himself　at　seven；　spanked　by　a　neighbor　lady　for　playing　with　matches。

He　had　gone　out　and　hurled　a　rock　at　a　passing　car。　His　father　had　seen　that；

and　he　had　descended　on　little　Jacky；　roaring。　He　had　reddened　Jacks　behind　。。。　and　then　blacked　his

eye。　And　when　his　father　had　gone　into　the　house；

muttering；　to　see　what　was　on　television；　Jack　had　e　upon　a　stray　dog　and　had

kicked　it　into　the　gutter。　There　had　been　two　dozen　fights　in　grammar　school；

even　more　of　them　in　high　school；　warranting　two　suspensions　and　uncounted

detentions　in　spite　of　his　good　grades。　Football　had　provided　a　partial　safety

valve；　although　he　remembered　perfectly　well　that　he　had　spent　almost　every

minute　of　every　game　in　a　state　of　high　piss…off；　taking　every　opposing　block

and　tackle　personally。　He　had　been　a　fine　player；　making　All…Conference　in　his

junior　and　senior　years；　and　he　knew　perfectly　well　that　he　had　his　own　bad

temper　to　thank　。。。　or　to　blame。　He　had　not　enjoyed　football。　Every　game　was　a

grudge　match。

And　yet；　through　it　all；　he　hadnt　felt　like　a　son　of　a　bitch。　He　hadnt　felt

mean。　He　had　always　regarded　himself　as　Jack　Torrance；　a　really　nice　guy　who　was

just　going　to　have　to　learn　how　to　cope　with　his　temper　someday　before　it　got

him　in　trouble。　The　same　way　he　was　going　to　have　to　learn　how　to　cope　with　his

drinking。　But　he　had　been　an　emotional　alcoholic　just　as　surely　as　he　had　been　a

physical　onethe　two　of　them　were　no　doubt　tied　together　somewhere　deep　inside

him；　where　youd　just　as　soon　not　look。　But　it　didnt　much　matter　to　him　if　the

root　causes　were　interrelated　or　separate；　sociological　or　psychological　or

physiological。　He　had　had　to　deal　with　the　results：　the　spankings；　the　beatings

from　his　old　man；　the　suspensions；　with　trying　to　explain　the　school　clothes

torn　in　playground　brawls；　and　later　the　hangovers；　the　slowly　dissolving　glue

of　his　marriage；　the　single　bicycle　wheel　with　its　bent　spokes　pointing　into　the

sky；　Dannys　broken　arm。　And　George　Hatfield；　of　course。

He　felt　that　he　had　unwittingly　stuck　his　hand　into　The　Great　Wasps　Nest　of

Life。　As　an　image　it　stank。　As　a　cameo　of　reality；　he　felt　it　was　serviceable。

He　had　stuck　his　hand　through　some　rotted　flashing　in　high　summer　and　that　hand

and　his　whole　arm　had　been　consumed　in　holy；　righteous　fire；　destroying

conscious　thought；　making　the　concept　of　civilized　behavior　obsolete。　Could　you

be　expected　to　behave　as　a　thinking　human　being　when　your　hand　was　being　impaled

on　red…hot　darning　needles？　Could　you　be　expected　to　live　in　the　love　of　your

nearest　and　dearest　when　the　brown；　furious　cloud　rose　out　of　the　hole　in　the

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